An Idea of Love

He hid his eyes beneath a brim

but not so much he could not see

the way one lip just touched the other,

how they glistened with liquor;

how she inclined her head.

He imagined she might figure

in a dream in which he was what he was not:

sure and positive, the man who looked up

and women saw in his eyes that he was love

and passion; that he might approach with a suggestion

for an assignation: a man of assurance.

That would be the way; he saw himself

in snappy trousers and two-tones,

cigarette on an elegant petulant lip,

bright braces up a bursting chest.

Too many films, probably;

too many half-light dreams.

3 Responsesso far.

  1. john keast john keast says:

    Thank you, Peter. Very kind.

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Too cool John, love how the poem ‘snaps’ when it crosses over from reality into fantasy, that ‘sure and positive’. The hat and brim of shadow are a great motif, and as Orion mentions, those ‘half-light dreams’. Have been tied up in legal matters of late, hardly time to read posts on this site. Well-worth reading this, for sure.

  3. orionblue orionblue says:

    Love the phrase “half-light dreams”…

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